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Looks like we have everything we need for a traditional, sci-fi/fantasy roleplay. We've got a tank, a caster, a damage dealer, a rogue, and a mechanic.

... Who's flying the ship again?


Slaves I'm assuming.
@Baklava

He did?

EDIT: You are correct. Magus is now in need of a bath... and it might just be in blood.
I confess that Draco here was orignally made for a Teen Titan Rp of sorts, but I'm glad to bring him back from retirement after it died.


@Baklava

Magus did a thing.
Graham's frantic searching of Magus's cloak would quickly result in the discovery that underneth said cloak was a wooden body; It seemed much like a strange looking scarecrow or some larger then normal puppet with it's strings cut... Exactly how this would come across in the idiot's bean rattled brain was unknown to all but the idiot himself.

.....................................

As a puddle of black goo, Magus was free to avoid the spinning blades of death and clung to the bars of the grill under them in order to further his travel towards the crystal that would in theory turn off the blades of death... as evidence but the dust and grime that he was crawling over in order to reach the stupid crystal in the first place. "You are aware that all you need to kill someone is a knife through the ribs, right? Even an axe to behead them with would have done it. This seems... rather a gross waste of time, money and effort." Magus called up, more then happy to remind the lesser races of their position in the grand scheme of things... Only to have a foul bile that he would rather not know the origin's own land on top of him, coating him alongside the rest of the grime.

It took a little while, but sooner rather then later he was able to tap the crystal in question in order to see if that would be enough to trigger it. After that... there was going to be a reckoning.

Well then... Luigi's going to have to step up next time I post then.
Gredy Silvertongue


"We'll come up with a name for him later"

With Weedle captured, Gredy turned his head to answer Dante when he had the words that he had been waiting for from the people in the general direction of the police for a little while now. "You have permission to go."

Picking up the weedle's pokeball and pocketing it, he quickly scooped up Dante before he started to jog away from the riot before it got going because with the level of pokemon involved, he suspected that it would be absolutely brutal and he didn't want to be there when things started to get ugly.

It was only when he had managed to put a decent amount of distance between himself and the trainer house (and put himself and Dante in the general direction of the pokemon center) did he start to slow down and carefully put Dante back on the ground. Taking a second to catch his breath, Gredy looked at Dante and asked "If you want we can get you checked out at the center as well... no harm in that."

It was only a short trip to the Pokemon Center after that and it took even less time for Gredy to hand over Weedle's ball in order to be healed; If Dante joined him for a check up would be completely up to him. Once Weedle was returned, Gredy would let him out of the ball again to see how he was holding up now.

@Stern Algorithm@Holy Soldier
And Andrew has rejoined the squad with food! Because food is a good way to rejoin a group with.
@Holy Soldier

How exactly are we going to promote Luigi to command of the squad?

Is our giant 'ally' going to do something stupid and knock him out by accident or something?
Private First Class Macdonald


The lancer was heavy on Andrew's shoulder as he walked through the streets of... he couldn't remember what the city was actually called at the moment. It didn't really matter because soon enough he and everyone else who had signed up would no doubt end up moving on to the next battlefield soon enough, but for the moment it was a breather from the constant barrage of death and destruction that he had born witness to from the onset of the war. He had lost count of the number of tanks that he had seen destroyed... of the countless bodies that he had walked past or taken shelter with...

Andrew shook his head as he tried to silence those morbid thoughts. He hadn't been sleeping lately and a small part of him was thankful that the Empire had set a fire to cover their retreat; It gave him the chance to sit down and hopefully get a proper rest for the first time in days.

Like many of the other enlisted men and women of Gallia, Andrew had taken to looking through the abandoned houses for food, water and a comfortable bed to crash on for the night; Light would also be welcomed but one could improvise in that regard. In fact he had located a bag of potatoes and some onions early on in his 'salvage operation' of the city that he was using as a counter balance over his shoulder opposite the lancer.

It was during his search of the city that he spied some people wearing a very familiar looking squad uniform... and a grin appeared on his face as he found where he was going to be crashing tonight. 'Course, he was going to have to find whomever was in charge and offer them his transfer papers back into Squad 4 proper after his stint with the armored column, but small things.

"Who's in charge here? I come baring onions and potatoes." Because food was always a good way to make an entrance.

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